In Afric’s Forest and Jungle 
tropical splendor, worn out but happy and 
thankful, we came out of the mouth of the Ogun 
into the broad and beautiful lagoon upon which 
Lagos is situated. During our stay in the in¬ 
terior this town had become an English colony 
and, materially, had greatly changed. This 
revolution, together with changes physical, 
mental and spiritual which had taken place in 
myself during the eventful four years of my 
residence away from civilization, made me feel 
as if 1 had been absent a long time—almost a 
lifetime. After enjoying the hospitality of the 
missionaries and the governor of Lagos, we took 
the mail steamer for Liverpool, crossing the 
raging bar in a little tugboat. This was a very 
pleasant change from the old canoe or surf boat, 
for the bar at Lagos in the rainy season is the 
most terrible landing-place I ever saw. Early 
in the morning, at times, the roar of the surf on 
the beach sounds like the booming of cannon. 
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